[Intro: Upchruch]
Fresh, fresh
Clean, clean
[Chorus: Upchurch]
Side road fresh, small town clean
A bunch of wild life tattoos on me
Side road fresh, small town clean
A bunch of wild life tattoos on me
[Verse 1: Upchurch]
I'm the king of the country, boss of the sticks
Slammin' on my competition like some truck stop grits
And if you fakin' this shit just know the real ones already know it
You gotta fly through the woods to be a holler boy poet
Yeah, hate it or love it I'm what's up with the way I'm burnin'
I've been up in flames with music since 2015 homie
Yeah, my embers were glowin', I threw somе gasoline on it
Said fuck it to country music and made one last album for 'еm
Before I dive into hip-hop and get the game in a headlock
Make 'em look at my wrist-watch that I picked up down at Walmart
And then go hop in my Chevy, hit a backroad with a Becky
And have her roll up a blicky the size of Cummins transmissions motherfucker
[Chorus: Upchurch & Pall Wall]
Side road fresh, small town clean (Motherfucker)
A bunch of wild life tattoos on me
Side road fresh, small town clean (Yeah)
A bunch of wild life tattoos on me
Side road fresh, small town clean (Motherfucker)
A bunch of wild life tattoos on me
Side road fresh, small town clean (Here we go)
A bunch of wild life tattoos on me (Ayy, Paul Wall)
Fresh, fresh
Clean, clean
[Chorus: Upchurch]
Side road fresh, small town clean
A bunch of wild life tattoos on me
Side road fresh, small town clean
A bunch of wild life tattoos on me
[Verse 1: Upchurch]
I'm the king of the country, boss of the sticks
Slammin' on my competition like some truck stop grits
And if you fakin' this shit just know the real ones already know it
You gotta fly through the woods to be a holler boy poet
Yeah, hate it or love it I'm what's up with the way I'm burnin'
I've been up in flames with music since 2015 homie
Yeah, my embers were glowin', I threw somе gasoline on it
Said fuck it to country music and made one last album for 'еm
Before I dive into hip-hop and get the game in a headlock
Make 'em look at my wrist-watch that I picked up down at Walmart
And then go hop in my Chevy, hit a backroad with a Becky
And have her roll up a blicky the size of Cummins transmissions motherfucker
[Chorus: Upchurch & Pall Wall]
Side road fresh, small town clean (Motherfucker)
A bunch of wild life tattoos on me
Side road fresh, small town clean (Yeah)
A bunch of wild life tattoos on me
Side road fresh, small town clean (Motherfucker)
A bunch of wild life tattoos on me
Side road fresh, small town clean (Here we go)
A bunch of wild life tattoos on me (Ayy, Paul Wall)
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